Really really long!!! She felt completely safe on this stretch of beach. It felt like a community, where everyone would watch out for each other. Nudist beaches were illegal in Tammy’s area, so if the cops came from either direction, the community would alert each other to their approach. Most nudists disappeared into the bush, while others got dressed into swimwear. Some got scared off and left after the police had passed. Tammy liked to stand her ground, or rather, sand. Tammy was far from ugly! She had tanned golden skin, sunstreaked light brown hair, vivid green eyes and a body to die for. She would losely tie her string bikini and lay her towel in the centre of the beach, along with all her gear. She would smile and wave at the law men, who would smile back and give the smallest of finger raises. None ever stopped to ask about problems with nudity or sex on the beach? Pity, Tammy could have educated them!
Category: eroticliterature
[A4A] First Doctors Visit [18+] [Age] [Rape]? more like [Naive] [Coercion] [First Time] [Doctor] [MDom] [Fsub] [Sex] [Checkup]
I’m nervous. This will be my first ever physical checkup. My parents were the type of hippies who didn’t believe in vaccinations, and doctors, and the government. We lived out in the woods, away from others, without modern technology and the internet. It was a simple life, we ate what we grew, and we all pitched in to help out. But that life just wasn’t for me. I could never stop myself from wondering what was out there, what I was missing. I didn’t have much to go on, but my brothers would tell me stories, meant to scare me away from the world, but all it did was make me curious. So, when I turned eighteen and my parents weren’t allowed to make me stay, I applied to college. I didn’t get in the first time because I didn’t have papers, or transcripts, or any of the needed paperwork to apply to college, but my mom helped me out behind my dads back. She grew up in the world, was a regular gal until she met my dad, so she knew all the proper ways to handle getting me into college, plus it didn’t hurt that even with my upbringing I’d always loved to read and was very smart already.
Sister in law(part 8)[you know the tagging thing is really bothering me…it gives away the story in the title]
I of course do as I’m told, so 30 minutes after she leaves, I have my first session, wrapping her panties around my cock, I stroke for her. My mind wonders back to the day she let me worship her as I had always fantasized, and imagined the day (hopefully soon) it would happen again, but for real.
To my delight, and surprise really, I get a text shortly before the next 30 minutes pass:
Thinking about you…
The timing could not be a coincidence, but I realize it was the first session she could have texted me during as she has been driving for a while to get to the party.
Again, I take Princess’ panties with me and this time I have found some old photographs to inspire me. Nothing scandalous, but it is nice seeing her face.
Again another text, about 30 minutes later:
This is amazing, knowing you are thinking of me when I’m away. I hope you are being a good boy.
Indeed I am, and having the knowledge of her thinking of me has made me more determined to adhere to her schedule. I’m hoping she has more plans for me!
Sister in law(part 7)[joi, worship]
“My feet are cold…” as she lifts her feet up to my belly.
I untuck my shirt, and let her slide them inside against my flesh. They are indeed cold!
Holding them close to me buried under my sweater, I delight in her company.
She smiles and as her feet warm, starts to knead them into my flesh.
She whispers (“let me know if I hurt you”), and I give her a comforting nod.
“So”, she begins, “I wonder how long it has been. I know my sister is away quite often. Tell me.”
“A while Princess.”
“So these must be pretty full then, hmm?” she has slid one foot out from under my shirt and is now tapping the top of it into my crotch, which is why she warned me about the “hurt”).
It has been a while, and I am rather backed up. Her foot feels amazing.
“Yes”, I whimper as I close my eyes.
“YES WHAT?” she commands with a rather hard, but welcome kick.
“Yes, Princess”
“Open your legs more”, as she kicks the inside of my thights as instruction.
Sister in law(part 6)[spanking]
We see each other casually (and in company) a few times over the course of a week or so, each time the pent up feelings get pushed down further and further and I can sense we are both ready to explode.
I spent the first few days looking online for some small little treat for her, but find it difficult to know what size she might be, so opt for something besides another thong.
I do believe she has no intention of trying to make me her “sugar daddy”, so I find just a cute, but inexpensive, anklet, with the “WW” (WonderWoman) symbol on it, which has a double meaning: My initials are “MM”.
I also find a riding crop, but decide to wait awhile before bringing that into the game.
The following weekend is another sisters gathering, and I grumble my way out of having to go, but assume Princess would be forced to….to my surprise I was mistaken.
That afternoon, I am exciting to find her knocking on my door!
I stumble over myself as I motion her inside (again, not speaking first) and follow behind her as she leads me into the living room.
CONVERTIBLES – PART 1 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]
We step into the store, a puff of warm air hitting us briefly in the face as we walk through the sliding doors and are met by the bright light and the toasty atmosphere, a contrast to the winter cold we’ve just stepped out off.
I unzip my coat as your slow pace start to guide us into the store. I’m warm enough as it is, my cheeks have gotten redder with every new step towards the store and now I feel like I’m burning up. You turn your head back towards me while you walk past the front store decorations not picking up a basket like usual, well we’re only here for one thing after all. “Maybe we’ll get two,” your nonchalant and teasing words from earlier play in my ears. Images form in my mind making me blush even more and sending tingles through my core. I see that playful smirk spreading across your face undoubtedly knowing the thoughts running through my head.
How the Grinch saved Christmas (sorry it’s late) NSFW
The chimney was still warm as Santa slid down, the bricks squeezing his gut further in than he had when he put on the red velvet suit. *I gotta lay off the cookies.* Santa thought to himself. With the help of a little Christmas magic he slid right through, however. The room was dark; not a single light, wreath, or holly lined the walls and not a single mouse could be heard scurrying through the halls. “Hello Santy”. A raspy voice thick as garlic stew called out from the darkness. “Who’s there?” Santa called out. “I’m surprised you don’t remember me” the darkness responded. Then, a shape emerged. Too harry and tall and green to be a man. “What do you want Grinch” Santa spat, more frustrated than concerned as the Grinch crept his way towards Santa. “It has been a long time Kris, you weren’t nearly this big last time I saw you. Mrs. Clause must be taking good care of you. But she can’t take care of you like I can Kris” The Grinch said as he rubbed his long grinchy fingers along the outline of Santa’s cock. “Still girthy as ever I see” the Grinch added as Santa’s cock began to grow. “I told you I was done with this when I got married Grinch!” Santa yelled as he slapped the Grinch’s hand away, confused, yet undeniably aroused. “I know you yearn for me Santy. Just as I yearn for you” The Grinch said with a slimy smile. “I can see the front of your pants Kris, there’s no denying it”. As much as Santa wanted to refute the claim it was true. His cock was harder than it had been in years. “It’s good to have you back Kris” The Grinch whispered in his ear. The soft green fur brought back a flood of emotion as it met Santa’s coarse, white beard. Before either of them knew it, they were on the floor, naked. They toppled over one another like waves on a beach until Sant crawled on top and asserted his dominance. “Oh yes, you know what I need!” The Grinch moaned as Santa rubbed his south pole along the Grinch’s Grinchy parts. They were the parts of neither a man nor a woman, yet they pleased Santa all the same. The Grinch let out a low cry as Santa flipped him onto his stomach and inserted himself. Kris had to lift his belly and rest it on the Grinch’s plump, soft ass to ram his cock all the way in. Santa knew what he was doing was wrong but, once he started thrusting, he couldn’t stop. “Fuck me Santy, Fuck me!” The Grinch shrieked as Santa mushed his face into the thick red rug. Santa didn’t think he could hold it in much longer once The Grinch started playing with his balls. Those long Grinchy fingers just felt too good. He knew he it would be over quick once one made its way to his tight jolly asshole. “I’m gonna cum!” Santa grunted as his strokes sped up, The Grinch’s long furry finger working its way farther up his ass by the second. “Say it Santy! I know you remember!” The Grinch moaned into the rhythm of Santa’s strokes. “Merry Grinchmas!” Santa wailed as he unloaded years’ worth of eggnog all over the Grinch’s green furry back. “I may deliver presents around the world, but you’ve given me the best gift of all” Santa said, catching his breath as the Grinch pinched and pulled at one of Santa’s nipples. After the Grinch washed Santa’s cum out of his fur and Santa was back in his suit Santa started his ascent up the chimney. “One more thing Santy” The Grinch called out. “Lay off the cookies” the Grinch said has he smacked Kris Kringle’s ass. And with that Santa was off, looking forward to next Christmas more than he ever had.
MF My Fantasy Last Fuck with my Ex (Part One)
I opened your door with the spare key you gave me earlier in the year.
It was quarter to eleven in the evening, and the dorm hallways were quiet. My body was buzzing and my cock was twitching as I neared your door.
I didn’t need to knock. An hour prior, you had stopped by my room to talk. We had broken up earlier that morning, and we were adjusting to not having regular check-in’s with one another.
International Male Chastity Day
Ladies and gentlemen calling all male submissives… today Monday, January 14, 2019, we celebrate International Male Chastity Day. This is the day where your slave wears his chastity cage all day with pride. Fortunately, the cock cage is very hygienic and your submale can urinate without having to remove it. Of course, your submissive should want to wear his chastity cage voluntarily as a sign of his absolute submission to you. Once he gives you the key to his chastity cage, you have total control over his orgasm. Knowing that he can no longer masturbate without your permission excites your submissive and you can increase that excitement by keeping him in a state of tease and denial. This game creates a state of perpetual erotic ecstasy that becomes extremely addictive to him.
Male chastity represents the end of his desires and the beginning of making your fantasies a reality. His sexual purpose becomes about pleasing you. Does this mean the end of his sex life? Not at all, he gains a lot of pleasure in pleasing you and knowing that you have complete control over his sex life.
Sister in law(part 5)[sil, clothed, foolin’ around]
*The need for tags sometimes give the plot away:*
I must admit I am kind’a out of my league here.
While I have had fantasies about this, I don’t really know what to do or expect, and my lack of knowing her position is a bit perplexing.
Should I call or text her? Should I buy her things? Should I expect something at all really?
At least I now have my first instructions, so I change my morning routines and start shaving on a daily basis.
I again don’t see or hear from her…from Princess for a few days, hoping that she, too, is just making it up as she goes.
A few days later, however I get a cryptic text:
Remember the rules.
Hoping this isn’t some secret code I didn’t pick up on, but rather a warning that she might stop by on her way home tonight, I’m thankful to have change my routine.
And thankfully I was right as once again I see her car as I pull into the driveway that night, and as I note that hers is the only one there, my heart skips a beat.